Dawn of the Grey Tower

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This is a dangerous world, especially for people living in the sun. Not only human beings, but also other intelligent races on this land have to admit that the world that gave birth to them is not friendly. The things deep in the forest, the things in the caves, the things in the shadow, too much and too much are threatening the fragile life of the mortal race.

Among these threats, the most deadly is not a dragon or a demon, and it is true that both can turn a large area of ​​land into scorched earth. But in terms of frequency and the far-reaching nature of the injury, they are nowhere near as good as their misguided peers. These people who inadvertently knocked on the door of truth are truly terrible threats. The fragile will of mortals makes them easily blinded by power, thus making some actions that even demons will slap.

Therefore, the hunter was born. They are mortals, at least for the most part, these ordinary people rely on their knowledge of "prey" to hunt, they discovered that the werewolf was afraid of silverware, and the blood race was afraid of wooden stakes. But their main hunting target is not these non-human beings, sorcerers, or wizards, are their hunting targets. In order to resist these mad kinsmen, they mastered a special forging skill in the long time.

Weapons born under this forging technique are called witch hunt knives. Of course, not all of them are knives. Before the cheese had left the Grey Tower, he knew that if the caster had any natural enemies in this world, then the guy holding the witch hunt knife would be.

Now the battle axe in the hands of Harold III is undoubtedly such a weapon. As a wizard, the cheese does n’t know how the witch hunt knife works. This is the biggest secret of those hunters, but when the lion ’s eyes on the tomahawk show a fierce light like a living creature, the wizard realizes that things may not It will go as smoothly as he thought.

"What's the matter, kid? Are you afraid?" The executioner of the portable tomahawk took two steps forward and said. His voice was deeper than before, and it felt like a beast growling in his ears.

In response to the other party's provocation, the cheese's response was simple. When the magical glory bloomed in his eyes, the soldiers who had just doubted that the blood axe was personally fighting had taken a step back. Even the black-robed swordsman who was picked by the Duke before did not dare to look directly at the mage's eyes. The biological instinct told him that the cheese at this time was very dangerous.

"There is a problem with the axe." Jack said frowning behind the cheese. As a wolf walker, the witch hunt knife is naturally not a threat to him. But the Master's reaction and the **** smell coming from Harold III made him uneasy.

"You said the hand of Hern?" Unlike the werewolf, Lothar couldn't see anything strange about the weapon in the hands of Grand Duke Hammer. For him, it was just a weapon that was more ceremonial than actual. The relevant information is only the decapitating axe used by the blood axe family and the king's surname, Hearn, as the embodiment of the king's will.

"I don't know what's wrong, but there must be something wrong with the axe. You have to prepare. When necessary, I think I have to interrupt this trial." When the wolf walker's mouth is necessary, the cheese is naturally in danger. when. However, this sentence came out from the mouth of Jack, who has followed the mage for the longest time, and may itself prove that in the subconscious of the werewolf, it has been determined that the cheese cannot defeat the opponent.

But no matter what Jack had planned, the glorious trial that determined Lothar's fate began.

The soldiers surrounding the three staggered out silently, leaving enough space for the duel. For them, seeing the most infamous executioner in the kingdom against an unknown wizard is probably enough to brag for a lifetime.

Harold III did not use his weapons to deter opponents like other people did before the war. For this person, his->> is the fastest update of the latest chapter of the dawn of the Grey Tower!

Fighting is more like an execution. Now that the enemy ’s fate is doomed, there is no point in intimidating a dying person.

"Although I know that you probably won't tell the truth, let's ask. What is the name of the grey robe wizard you are going to engrave on your tombstone?" Duke Blood Axe looked at the cheese and asked. He didn't seem to care about the magic power flashing in the mage's eyes.

The cheese raised his eyebrows, and the light in his eyes made the movement very obvious.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have made an appointment with someone to die on her hand. So, this kingdom will not have my tombstone."

"Really ..." Harold was silent when he heard the mage's answer. But as an executioner, he would not have mercy on the prisoner he was about to kill. After silently calculating the distance between himself and the cheese, the Grand Duke rushed toward the mage at a speed that did not match his appearance.

It is also the first time for a battle with an enemy armed with a witch hunt knife. The subtle fear in the heart and the curiosity of the unknown when the other party knows that he is the nemesis of the other person become a mixture of excitement and flood the mage's body. Feeling the power surging from his body and the ability of the body repaired by the raindrops of the first rain, the cheese was very curious about it, and this was the reason why he took the initiative to participate in the trial.

"Is that guy crazy?" Lothar pointed to the figure of the cheese and said to the wolf walker around him. And Jack next to him was speechless because of shock.

Without him, looking at the opponent who is getting closer and closer to him, the mage did not choose to retreat or release magic as others expected. I saw a nearly crazy smile on his face, spread his arms, and ran towards the enemy as if to embrace Harold III!

As the distance between the two shortened rapidly, the executioner Grand Duke could even see the blood that had not been cleaned on the face of the cheese, but just when he felt that the mage had entered the range of his attack and waved his battle axe , The change happened.

No spells, no gestures. The cast of the cheese this time had no warning at all, but as he pushed his outstretched hands hard into the air, the gray robe on the mage quickly expanded at an explosive speed and turned into a burst of smoke . The thick smoke quickly wrapped the duel.

"Trick and worm." Harold, shrouded in smoke, did not panic. According to his previous memory, he waved a large axe in the direction that the cheese should be, and this blow undoubtedly cut into the empty space. The sharp axe blade left two swirling airstreams in the smoke ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ but it didn't wipe a piece of clothing corner.

At the same time, other onlookers saw the figure of cheese appearing outside the smoke. The direction in which he appeared was the direction that Grand Duke Blood Axe ran over. At this time, the mage lost the gray robe worn outside, revealing a set of clothing that was taking advantage of the light leather armor. The cheese didn't look at the smoke behind him, and the expression on his face seemed very calm. The mage reached out his left hand and tapped his fingers gently.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of the fingers, the smoke began to shrink at the same speed as when it exploded. If the spell was successfully released, the gray robe special to the gray tower would become a chain that bound the executioner.

But Harold is not an inexperienced warrior after all. After he swiped the battle axe to no avail, Grand Duke Blood Axe rolled in place without fear of the image, and it was this time that he rolled away from the center of the mist. The shrunken thick fog re-converged into a gray robe in the air, but its prey escaped the trap first.

"Cut." Seeing that his spell had not succeeded in restraining his opponent, the cheese pouted, and stretched his hand to put the gray robe in the air back on him. When he completed this action and turned to face the opponent, Harold III who got up from the roll was only five steps away from the mage.